We are a support group run by and for stroke survivors and carers in Hull and the East Riding.

My story as a Carer by Cheryl Rickles

It was 1992 Alan and I was celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary and our first holiday away without our sons I was 45 Alan was 47, our three sons where all grown up and we had three grandchildren. Alan was a foreman electrician working away a lot but we always made time together.

I was a Teaching Assistant at a primary school and first aider with Red Cross running a First Aid group at school also helped with a walking club, I loved fell walking.

Then eighteen months later out of the blue Alan had his first stroke. I went to deliver my nephew’s birthday present alone and when I got home Alan was talking gibberish a STROKE. Our life changed from that moment I was then a carer. My first aid training got me through with some things but I was so lonely and frightened and I did not know where to turn, we had a mortgage to pay. I now had to be in charge of Alan’ health, the house bills and work, luckily my school was very understanding. We had some dark times in and out of hospital, he had three Strokes and then Epilepsy through his Stroke’s. I’d sit in the middle of the night at my computer writing down my thoughts, I felt so lost.

At fifty I learnt to drive and it gave us a freedom that we needed.

Alan and I celebrated our Golden wedding anniversary this year, 24 years after his first stroke and we had a party for all our friends.

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